So I went to the salon, without telling my husband who loves long hair, and I chopped off about 10 inches. Ooops. Sorry honey. Didn't even give the guy one last look. But I knew if I told him ahead of time he would freak. He's doing ok, after coming home after a day at the office, seeing the back of my head, thinking I was a friend visiting, and then realizing that the short-haired woman was actually his wife. (What I love about this picture is that you get to see my bathroom in all its glory: Raised toilet seat, paint blotches on the wall, painters tape, and before editing, dirty laundry.)
I'm really lovin' it. It takes me about 10 minutes to style in the morning.
And it doesn't end up in a pony tail 30 minutes after I've styled it each day.** I had to go back and fix this post because my pictures disappeared for some reason!! **